Call me Pandora tonight.

Can’t seem to do anything right.

I played with fire, and you’re the one who’s getting burned.

What I’d give to just go back to one heartbeat before I cracked

and tell the stupid girl I was the things I’ve learned.

But no, I broke off all the locks and I ripped open that damned box

and I said awful things that just can’t be unsaid.

Now you’re hurting constantly, and I know it’s because of me.

I only wish that I was suffering instead.

I was pretty close to biting off my tongue to keep from fighting.

Didn’t wanna say the things inside my head.

I kept it all locked up inside until my heart had damn near died,

and wasn’t sure it didn’t wish that it was dead.

I took all those angry thoughts and stuffed them down inside that box,

and they got nastier each second they were hid.

I did my best at playing tough, but one day I’d just had enough,

and let all hell break loose when I took off the lid.

With my heartbeat racing faster, I ran straight into disaster

trying to find a way to tell you how I feel.

I let out what was contained and nothing since has been the same.

I hurt us both in ways I’m not sure I can heal.

When we had everything at stake, I went and made a huge mistake.

I was mad and only thinking of myself.

We could just have kept on livin’. If I’d known, what I’d have given

to have left that fucking box there on the shelf.

So, call me Pandora tonight.

Can’t seem to do a damned thing right.

I played with fire, and you just keep on getting burned.

What I’d give to just go back to one heartbeat before I cracked

and make the broken girl I was see what I’ve learned.

Instead, I melted all the locks and I smashed open that damned box,

and I said awful things I wish I didn’t say.

And now, you’re hurting constantly. I damn near ruined you and me.

I don’t know how, but you still loved me anyway.

If I only knew someone who could undo the things I’ve done,

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who could erase the things I said to you in spite,

I’d have them open up my heart - it’s way too late, but it’s a start -

and fill it up with words to help me make it right.

And I’d reseal all of those locks and throw away that stupid box,

bury it deep beneath this mountain of regret.

Just maybe one day I’ll forgive myself and somehow learn to live with it,

but I can’t really say it’s happened yet.

I should’ve known that I was wrong, not sang one word of that damned song,

but I was desperate, scared and blinded by my rage.

All I did was take one look. I can’t believe that’s all it took

to let the things I feared the most out of their cage.

Wish I could say it’s not my fault, but when I opened up that vault

trying to make you understand and help me cope,

I let the monsters in my head escape and threaten you instead.

I swear that all that I was searching for was hope.

So, call me Pandora tonight,

praying things somehow turn out right.

I played with fire, and now we both are getting burned.

What I’d give to just go back to one heartbeat before I cracked

and show that stupid girl how quickly it all turned.

Instead, I smashed open that box. I don’t know why I couldn’t talk,

why I just couldn’t tell you what I had to say.

And now, you’re hurting constantly. I’m not sure why you’re still with me,

but I am grateful for it every single day.

I just couldn’t keep it sealed, and once my feelings were revealed,

all they did was complicate and make things worse.

I was so screwed up in the head, I didn’t listen when they said

I should have burned that page before I sang a verse.

I know there’s nothing I can say to make the things I did okay;

enough "I’m sorries" in the world to make it good.

Guess I can only hope you know that if I could, I’d make it so.

If I could turn back time to fix it, babe, I would.

So this is Pandora tonight,

doing my best to put things right.

I played with fire and everything almost got burned.

And I just keep on thinking back to one heartbeat before I cracked

and how much better I feel now with all I’ve learned.

I think I finally can say it's time to throw that box away,

and not keep everything I feel locked up inside.

I just hope we can start again, and if we’re lucky, maybe then,

one day, we’ll say tonight’s the night Pandora died.